vulnerability
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Grand Opening
My mind: a spring leaf unfurls to the sun.My heart: a warmed seed opens to moist soil.My body: a dry chrysalis splits to new life. This is the momentof divine encounter:mind, heart and body,naked and willing,cupped and… Continue reading
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Four Lines
I offer four lines,one to save myselfand three to save the world: "I'd rather be kind than right." "I was wrong." "I'm sorry." "Hold me." In vulnerability waits salvation. Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.… Continue reading
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A Warning about Words
The danger in preaching(so we've been told)is the failure to practice. The danger in writingis the failureto follow the vision we espouse. The danger in everyday speechis the risk of stumbling from the conversationin the opposite direction of our assertions. The… Continue reading
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Love’s Captive
I wantto be vanquishedby love. I want loveto win. Love,take me captive. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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March 14, 2012
I stand at the sink.In the sink are a coffee cup,a cereal bowl,and a spoon.At this moment,the energy it will taketo move these three itemsfrom the sink to the dishwasherseems overwhelming.I can not do it. This is depression. For me,… Continue reading
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Who You Are
Though loss follows loss,you are not diminished.If anything,you becomemore clearly, purely, simplywho you are. Imagine yourself a crystal goblet,sparklingly empty,reflector and refractor of Light–an object of beauty breathtaking,ready to be filledwith the attainableand the inconceivable. Text and image © 2012 by… Continue reading
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Taking Pictures
You can photograph to showcase pretty things.You can photograph to expose truth, irony or cruelty– the off-kilter and out-of-whack.You can photograph to bring forward the overlooked.You can photograph to remember.You can photograph to revision, recast, reinterpret.You can photograph for… Continue reading
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He Calls Our Names
He stands on the platform,barely visible nowthrough the smoke that wreaths and wraps his lean, scarred body. One by one,clean as a knife edge,he calls our names (mine, yours). Our destinies,like the smoke,like our lovingly articulated names,rise heavenward. Text and… Continue reading
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If I Give You My Heart
If I give you my heart, Will you carry it with you? Will you keep it from harm,If I give you my heart? If I give you my heart, Where will you keep it? Will it be close to yours,If I give you my… Continue reading
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My Soul
My soulis like my cats–soft, gentle, inquisitive, tentative, vulnerable.What it needsis a safe place to venture forth. Is this it? Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading